After Feng Jingxuan and Nan Xia left, the restaurant became much quieter, and everyone was minding their own meals.
Song Chuxue had no appetite at all.
She didn't expect Feng Jingxuan to call Nan Xia away right in front of her.
She was Feng Jingxuan's wife, and his subordinates were here, yet he never considered her dignity.
In the room.
Nan Xia wasn't in a good mood either. She brought over the medicine kit and said indifferently, "Your wound is easily bandaged, a few instructions should suffice, and Miss Song could totally help you with it."
Actually, she didn't want to bandage Feng Jingxuan's wound, especially walking into the room with him under everyone's scrutiny, which made her quite uncomfortable.
Especially the last look from Song Chuxue, if glares could kill, she would have killed Nan Xia several times by now.
"You are a professional doctor; this is your duty. There's no need for others when you are here," Feng Jingxuan said carelessly.